third time's the charm.

I just can't seem to get enough time to write out everything I want to say, so this will have to do. I'm exhausted and despite wishing I had the time to empathize about people I don't know, or be more than vaguely impressed by heroism and vaguely disgusted by villany, I don't. I'm so stressed I'm making myself sick in an extremely concrete way. I wish I could go back to college, where stress just gave me headaches. Anyways.

( In the interests of letting my non-Christian friends know exactly what I think of that so-called Christian so-called preacher Fred Phelps: )